We sat in bed.
Talked about math.
He farted.
I farted.
It stank in a special double-trouble kindof way.
I pointed out our fart concoction is terrific.
He laughed.
He paused.
And then he said "this is what our kids' farts will smell like"
Im not gunna lie to you, boy got to me.
YOU ARE READING
It Happened Next Winter
PoetryThree times a charm but we're not about that around here, so here's book four.
